Lava soap did that for me today reminded me of my grandfather. Man I sure do miss him.

Some of the more pungent aromas ack like a GPS coordinate to my Brain. One sniff and I'm there.

Yep, the smell of green chile roasting takes me back to my childhood, reminding me of my mom roasting chile in the oven.

My mom baking sourdough rolls. Makes me 10 years old again for a moment.

Fresh mown hay takes me back to the farm.

Diesel and jetA fuel post-combustion

Gunpowder

Onion and bacon in cast iron skillet - so many more

So … “yes”

Hoppes No. 9 always reminds me of my first .22 rifle.

The smell of bacon takes me back to the last time I had bacon.

Mmmm... bacon.

The smell of a pot roast cooking takes me back to my maternal grandparents house. I was close to both of them and miss them very much.

Some scents take me back to my early childhood. For the first 7 years of my life my family owned a tiny little home with an outhouse…

The combo of Calvin Klein’s Obsession and cigarette smoke

Gas, anti-freeze, battery acid, blood = Car crash.
Jet fuel = USAF = Freedom.
Baking bread = Grandmother.
Hoppes No 9 = Shooting.
And a Doctor told me that sights, sounds and smells that take you back in time are a symptom of PTSD. I told him the experience of a Doctors office reminded me of losing money. End of discussion!

Old Spice after shave cologne. Reminds me of my father. I smell it on him when I was young. In the 70s, they used to come in an ivory like bottle. The newer one come in the same shape bottle, but plastic.

On a different note… we stopped speaking to each other in 2006. He died a year ago. Never got the chance to make peace with him. I tried. But he had his own ways.

Honeysuckle. There was a fence on the property of my maternal grandparents and honeysuckle vines grew in the fence. There was lots of it and the fragrance was strong.

Time machine for sure, e.g. my first gf's perfume...there are many others.

Hai Karate for all of the wemmons I had to fight off in the seventies.

Palmolive Bar Soap. My grandmother used it and her whole house smelled like it.

Horse barn ... spent so much time growing up feeding, cleaning, grooming.

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Originally posted by smschulz:
Hai Karate for all of the wemmons I had to fight off in the seventies.

My uncle is 9th black belt in karate… competed in the late sixties (took chuck norris in a 2/3 match).

All he got was high karate cologne for every occasion. He was drowning in that stuff/crap.